This is a song about "Dead head hippie"

When some shit pops in my head, my mind is crazy, hops, drops, and flops until its dead

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

I'll leave a mic and some headphones with her dead bones then i'll head home

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

All you see is red all over my bed cant even see my head cuz im dead.

I'm the walking dead, but i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Evil as i said, choking people that are dead, stroking motherfuckers head,

Freddy stabbed me a few more times in the head until i lay dead on the dashboard

I don't blame her though...now i see her smiling everytime she sees me in my ford/

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

I give up, high five it up, put the glock to my head, dead

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead